“No, Row? and I wouldn’t move for the world!”
After a pause, “Ray,” says Row.
“Yes, Row?” says Ray.
“You always said you liked a big bed-room, Ray, and, troth, you’ve got one for once!”
“How I envy you your spirits,” answers Ray.
“Don’t talk about spirits,” says Row, “and frighten a poor boy. I’ve covered up my head, and I wouldn’t look up for the world. I’m going to repeat myself to sleep. Good night.”
“Good night,” asks Ray, “but how do you do it?”
“Psalms, Ray,” Row replies. “I know them all. I’ll be out of here in a moment.
“‘He makes me down to lie by pastures green,
He leadeth me the quiet waters by.’
“Isn’t that pretty, Ray?”